For a few breaths, he took aim and shot one after another, until he ran out of magazines, and two more huge shields fell—Danny wouldn't use his precious bullets on the Judgment Samurai, the thin armor looked mighty, but even the flintlock pistol couldn't stop it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Lord Iron Axe said that the Church's Divine Punishment Army is an extremely formidable opponent, and it can be defeated by one enemy and ten in close combat, but the number is scarce, and it is very troublesome to cultivate, which is a worthy target.

The reason he hates the Heavy is that the self-righteous guys are using the same bullets as him, but they are surprisingly inefficient.

In the only two live-fire exercises, a machine gun squad emptied several boxes of bullets in half an hour, and even the Iron Axe showed a distressed expression, judging from the damage to the target, the number of bullets they combined on the target was only a hundred or 00, which was a complete waste of resources in Danny's eyes.

Of course, he also understood the significance of the Mark 1 machine gun, which at least could serve as a deterrent to the offensive momentum against a flood of enemies. However, when it comes to hunting results, we still have to rely on their group of accurate marksmen.

One bullet, one enemy.

This is the direction in which he rigorously trains himself.

Danny pulled out his magazine, expertly reloaded, and was about to get up to shoot, when suddenly there was a panting sound next to him. He looked sideways, and it was the little devil of Malt.

"Damn, didn't I tell you to stay where you are?" he glared at the little man, "You're violating military orders!"

"Lord Brian said that you are not allowed to leave your garrison position without special circumstances, and you have also violated the military order," Malt wiped the sweat from his forehead, "As a protector, I must follow you!"

"......" Danny resisted the urge to beat him up, grabbed a handful of bullets from his waist pouch and threw them in front of him, "Put them in the magazine, don't show your head if it's okay!"

"Yes!" the little man saluted, grinning.

Just as he was achieving his fifth victory, the enemy's ranks suddenly changed.

Probably the church commander also thought that he would not be able to rush in front of the trench if he continued like this, only to see the Divine Punishment Army unequally drop their huge shields and rush straight towards the position, the speed is staggering, even the galloping horses are only like this in front of this group, and the distance between the two sides is rapidly shortening!

Wheel rifles and machine guns rang out at the same time.

In an instant, a series of blood mist appeared in front of Danny's eyes, and the dust raised on the ground was denser than when the artillery bombarded it, as if an invisible giant hand slapped fiercely at the group of charging warriors, in the face of this unstoppable force, the momentum of the charge slowed down violently, and the people who hit it all flew sideways and blood splashed everywhere.

Danny had just turned his gun on him as Danny pointed his gun at him when a "sand snake" of dozens of pillars of dust slanted through the center of his body—a trajectory unique to machine-gun fire. The target's chest swayed like a ripple of water, blue blood exploded behind him, and the scorching air even tore through his ribs.

The unbalanced Punisher crumpled like rags, and he still ran three or four steps by inertia before falling to the ground, and Danny noticed that his back was already rotten.

"Captain, be careful!" Malt screamed suddenly.

Danny was startled, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw another Divine Punisher emerge from the smoke and dust raise a short spear towards him.

Then the enemy bowed and threw it.

He could barely see the shadow of a spear throw.

Too much attention to the enemy notices him, and the hunter should not be exposed to the prey's sight for a long time.

Before he could react next, the malt had already slammed into him, and the two of them planted themselves at the bottom of the trench together, and at the same time there was a banging sound overhead.

Danny felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and his body was covered in dirt.

The sound of gunfire was far away from him in an instant, and an unpleasant hum echoed in his ears.

After a long time, he relieved himself, reached out and touched the back of his head, and there was a slimy feeling - it should have been a hard object when he fell, but he could still stay awake, and the problem was not too big.

In the hazy vision, a comrade-in-arms rushed over.

"Hey, are you alright?"

His voice sounded muffled, and he could only reluctantly wave his hand to show that he was okay.

"Come and help me, there's two injured here!" the other man shouted.

After a while, several more people gathered around, and with all their efforts, they dragged him and the malt out of the collapsed mound.

Danny noticed that a short spear had opened a crescent-shaped gap on the edge of the trench - the spear did not leap over the top, but hit the edge of the trench, penetrating the thin layer of soil and plunging into the wall of the trench. The dirt on the two of them was caused by the collapse of the place where they hit.

But when he moved his gaze to the malt, his heart couldn't help but tighten.

I saw that there was a bowl-sized bloody wound on the shoulder of the little man, and his arm was almost about to fall off, leaving only a few strands of epidermis connected to his body, and the white bones were clearly visible.

The spear did not do no damage, but fell on the malt.

The teammates were again engaged in the battle, leaving only one person to administer first aid to the seriously wounded - everyone in the First Army understood that Miss Nanawa would be able to restore them as long as they did not die immediately and hold out until the end of the battle, so stopping the bleeding and bandaging were compulsory subjects in the First Army. The man took out his dagger with great determination, cut off Malt's arm, and sprinkled the herbs from his bag evenly over the wound, and finally bandaged it with gauze.

After some tossing, the little man who was originally in a coma was awakened alive and let out a faint moan.

"Lie still, you can't die. The teammate comforted.

"What about Team Danny, the captain......"

"I'm here," Danny gritted his teeth, bracing up his limp limbs and crawling to his side, "why are you ...... for me?"

"I am your protector, Dang...... But I can't leave you alone," Malt's mouth opened and closed slightly, "Well, I—I'm not derelict in my duty." ”

Danny suddenly felt an indescribable self-reproach rush to his heart, "No...... You did very well. ”

"Really?" the little man smiled bitterly, "so that I can see Miss Nanawa." ”

"Yes, you can both meet," the soldier looked at Danny, "can you take care of him? ”

"I can...... Thank you. He nodded.

When the other party left, Danny slowly picked up the gun, shook off the dirt on it, and stood up strongly.

He can still fight!

The enemy will pay for this wound with blood!

However, there was no approaching church army in sight, and in the smoke and dust, the enemy was retreating in a hurry, leaving only a vague back.

Cheers were already ringing in the trenches.

- They have won!